There's a brand new man in town He shares in my interests He's a handsome, well-fed plow Got his eyes all deserted Why don't you come over so he can hear me You're a snake in the grass I don't want you near me Well, he said, you've got me wrong It's not her I am after There's an argument that says Everyone is a little bit, you know Well, there's shuffle in my seat And I had to admit it He was more like me than me And I couldn't forget it Well, he moved onto the sofa And I avoided all his glances And I concentrated on her I shift from side to side And I mumble like a child And I contemplate disaster And I contemplate disaster And I contemplate disaster And I contemplate disaster And I contemplate disaster And I contemplate disaster